I'm in the process of moving:
Boxes, backpacks, dustbunnies
Out from the trees, into
Co-habitation.

Do you notice which way the toilet paper rolls? How somebody else squeezes the toothpaste? When you live with someone, you will notice those things.

I guess I could have thought through,
Talked through
My goals, fears and inclinations
But at the time, it just seemed like a
Good idea
To move in with a friend.

Yesterday, we washed our cars.
She couldn't help but
Windex my windows
When I thought I was already done:
She is a detail person.

Perhaps I should have told her sooner
That her habits are not truly mine--
They are but my aspirations. She
Chose a roommate, but in a way,
I chose a parent...

I guess I didn't see it in time.

I see her qualities
Of maturity and togetherness
As things dormant in me,
And she is my catalyst-
But I did not ask permission

I hope
My insecurities
Don't drive her insane...

And that
My expectations
Fall within reason...